The rains of Greydock continued, slashing down with relentless rhythm. It was midday, yet the sky remained cloaked in thick gray, barely a hint of light piercing the atmosphere. The sea howled under the wind's breath as waves danced violently.
On England's open waters, a ship carved through the ocean surface with elegant menace. Black-painted and fast, the vessel bore the insignia of Eldhollow's port authority. 'The Sailmap' had made its voyage from Scotland, slicing through waves with purpose. But it was not alone.
Trailing it in silent pursuit, cloaked by enchantment, was a much smaller boat, invisible to the average eye, it was veiled in shadow magic. Within sat Johnnie—Ravenshade's ever-efficient right hand—and Derek La Mor, the reluctant witch, hunched under his cloak.
"Hold steady," Johnnie ordered quietly, his voice cutting through the rain. The ship loomed closer.
